The cliffhanger thing was all me, if Remy Shall Kill Belladonna likes cliffies, she has never said anything. We can't take suggestions, because we already have several chapters up and ready to post, but I'm not about to post them all cuz I want to be annoying. :D Which reminds me, anything in (brackets) is us talking to each other outside of the story. There's pretty much a pair of (brackets) for every line, but Remy Shall Kill Belladonna deleted most of them, cuz how many of you really want to know what I had for supper the other night, or how horrible my Spanish is, Remy left the important brackets in, except I edited this chappie, cuz Word wouldn't let Remy do any editing. So any (brackets) are the two of us having a somewhat relevant conversation, and just being annoying. 8D And for you people who misinterpret the title of this chapter, they both keep their clothes on in this chapter! Yup, anyway, here's some more!
Remy kept his head in her hair, "wat wrong?"
"It looks like we have a coulpla eavesdroppers!" Rogue beckoned to the small group, who were too busy arguing to notice.
"Who?" Remy kissed her hair again.
"A cat, a dog, and a demon." Rogue answered, a mad glint beginning to glow in her eyes.
"Shhh, calm down chere." He pulled her closer.
"Ah say we have a bit of fun with 'em" Her face slowly pulled itself into a grin.
"Wat chere?" Remy pulled back and looked at her. Rogue smiled, and phased him through the balcony.
"Now, we can either get them back, or just ignore them and walk."
Remy shrugged, "bot' are okay."
"Let's ignore them, Ah can get each of them back separately."
"Okay, wat ya wanna do now?"
Rogue shrugged. "Wander, Ah guess..."
Remy started to wander around in a circle, "'m wanderin'."
Rogue laughed. "Larger circle'n that!"
Remy smiled back and started wandering. He walked right into the pool.
"Real smart swamp rat!" She reached down to help pull Remy out of the pool. He reached up and pulled her in too. "Hey! I was tryin' ta help ya!" Rogue spluttered, spitting out some water. Remy smiled devilishly at her. Rogue began to climb out of the pool, grumbling about swamp rats again. Still, a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. Remy got out too, and kissed the top of her head. "Why do ya keep doin' that?" She asked him.
"Cuz ya look so sut when ya wet."
"Ah'm so sure."
"Ya are chere." Rogue shivered, she was wet, and it was cooling down. Remy smiled at her and swam around, "If ya move, ya won' be as cold." (he got back in the pool? They got out a few minutes ago, I think...) Rogue just watched, and then turned her attention to the stars. (he got back in, he likes water) Remy looked at the stars also, "dey beatiful." (sounds good) "There's the Big Dipper." Rogue pointed out the series of stars.
"I wa'n' talkin' 'bout de stars chere."
"Ah s'pose yore next line will be that you were talkin' bout me." Rogue looked at the Cajun.
Remy smiled and got out of the pool, his pants soaking wet. "Oui," he walked next to her, and looked at the stars again.
"We really should go a dry off..." Rogue let her sentence trail away.
"Do we hafta? 'm fine out here chere." Rogue shivered in response, but tried to hide it. She was freezin', but if the Cajun could stand it, so could she. "Ya truely are beatiful, ay know if ya didn' 'ave dat poisin skin, 'd be all ova ya." He smiled and hoped she knew it was a joke.
"Ah guess it's a good thing ya can't touch me then."
He smiled charmingly at her, and laughed lightly. He laid down on a pool side chair. He looked up and asked her, "c'n ya find Orion?"
Rogue looked up, and searched for the three stars close together that made the belt. Once she found them, the rest was easy. "Over there, just above the top of the mansion." She pointed to the group.
"Smart an' beatiful chere, c'm 'ere." He pointed to the seat next to him.
Rogue walked over, and seated herself down, she continued to stare upwards. "Can you find Ursa Minor?"
"Lil dipper, right dere." He pointed to it, "c'n ya find de milky way?" Rogue scanned the sky, looking for the familiar blue band. "It dere," he pointed directly above them.
"Ah woulda found it!" Rogue began to pout a little.
"But ya didn' chere." He stood up, and started to ring out his pants, while they were on.
"Ah would've."
"Ya keep tellin' ya self dat." Rogue crossed her arms and glared. "Ah, de imfamous "deat' glare", real popular too." He walked over to her chair, and sat at the foot of it, facing her.
"Real popular where?" Rogue's face went from glare to curiosity.
"'Round de institute, an' de school."
"How popular?" She asked suspiciously.
"Pretty damn popular, if ya git dat look, it mean ya gonna die," he smiled at her.
"Wouldn't tha' make it less popular?"
Remy shrugged and started rubbing her feet. (lets say he has gloves on right now, k? I'm good at just creating stuff.) (sure, why not :D) Rogue pulled her feet away, giggling a bit. She hardened her face immediately afterwards. 'Damn! That tickles!' She thought. Remy heard the giggle, and started tickling her feet. (He knows how to get under a girls skin, doesn't he.) (He sure does!) Rogue began to giggle some more, trying to pull her feet away.
"Ah ah ah," he kept tickling her. Rogue began to laugh all the harder, trying to pull away, and kick at the same time. Remy was doing his best to not get kicked in the face and still tickle her. Rogue began to twist, tears rolling down her face cuz she was laughing so hard. "Ah, de Rogue is ticklish," he kept it going. Rogue kept twisting, and found herself falling off the chair. She was shrieking with laughter by this time. They fell off the chair and Remy just kept tickling her. Before long, Kurt bamfed in.
"Vhere's Rogue? Who's killing her?" He looked around.
Remy stopped tickling her, "no one killin' de chere." Rogue sat, gasping for breath.
"Why vere you screaming then?" Kurt looked bewildered, Kitty and Evan showed up a few moments later.
"She wa' bein' tickled,"
Kitty stared and said, ""Rogue is, like, ticklish?"
"It's none o' ya business Kit-Kat!" Rogue glared as Scott and Jean appeared from the nearby forest.
(Another author I read had Rogue calling kitty Kit-Kat, and it's stuck in my mind ever since.) Remy smiled and touched her feet lightly. Rogue jumped and nearly landed in the pool again. She muttered something very impolite under her breath.
"Who's being killed?" Scott asked, looking around.
"No one!" Remy said exasperated. He smiled charmingly at Rogue.
"Ah think the bigger question is what ya were doin' in the forest?" Rogue shot back at Scott and Jean. She was angry again. 'Wasn't this how everything started? Me being POed at Kitty?'
Jean looked at Scott for the answer, "well, um, ya see, we were gathering fire wood!"
"Like, where's the wood then?" Kitty pointed at their very empty hands.
"Erm, well," Jean ran inside with Scott. Remy smiled again. and started tickling Rogue again, while everyone else was watching Jean and Scott. *splash* Rogue, already teetering on the edge of the pool fell in. Remy fell in too, but not expecting to, started to drown... Rogue, taking a moment to catch her breath, saw her tormentor underwater, struggling to rise. 'I thought that the swamp rat could swim' she thought to herself. Sighing, she dove under and pulled him up to the surface. Once on surface, Remy went into a coughing fit. Rogue groaned, and shoved him over to Kitty.
"Here, Ah think he needs mouth-ta-mouth." Kitty's eyes widened and knelt down...
Right before Kitty could come in contact with him, he shot up, hitting his head on Kitty's, "ow, dat hurt..."
Rogue stood over him, dripping and grinning, while Kitty sat rubbing her head.
"Jus be glad Ah didn't push ya towards Kurt."
Remy pulled her down on top of him, "ya still cute when ya wet."
Kitty, Evan, and Kurt all stared. This had been a big night. First the rumors floating around, about Rogue and Remy in Rogue and Kitty's room with nothing on, Kurt with chocolate stuck in his fur, Rogue wearing Remy's clothes, Scott and Jean, now this. Remy and Rogue's faces were only a centimeter apart, he licked his lips. Rogue pushed herself away.
"Kit-Kat, Porcupine and mah brother are here, 'member?"
He smiled slyly, "if dey weren' 'ere, den ya woulda gone wit it chere?"
"Would ya like ta have landed in the emergency room?"
"Do anyt'in' t' kiss ya," he stood and brushed off imaginary dust.
"Oooh!" Rogue turned at the collective taunting.
"Git outta here ya little bastards!"
"Git outta where chere?" He gave her a cocky smile. Rogue ignored Remy and chased after the three younger mutants, intent on hunting them to the ends of the earth. Remy ran behind her and grabbed her by the waist, "chere, calm down, concentrate..."
"Ah am concentratin'! On murderin' those three!"
Remy held her tighter to him, "no chere, calm the fuck down," his ear inches away from her ear. He knew she could feel his breath. Rogue twitched a bit, she was unused to anyone being this close. Remy kept holding her. "Calm..." 'Next thing I know, he'll have me doing yoga!' Rogue thought to herself, as she tried to slow her breathing.
Like? Yes? No? Oh well, there are more chappies, to come, but not for a day or two, it also depends on whether I can get near a computer down east, cuz I have the whole thing saved, and Remy Shall Kill Belladonna doesn't have access to my account! *evil grin emoticon will be placed here once one is created. Till then…* _